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This was a nice sort of man to recover Miss Rachel's Diamond, and to find out the thief who stole it!

`You seem to be fond of roses, Sergeant?' I remarked.

`I haven't much time to be fond of anything,' says Sergeant Cuff.`But when I have a moment's fondness to bestow, most times, Mr.Betteredge, the roses get it.I began my life among them in my father's nursery garden, and I shall end my life among them, if I can.Yes.One of these days (please God) I shall retire from catching thieves, and try my hand at growing roses.

There will be grass walks, Mr.Gardener, between my beds,' says the Sergeant, on whose mind the gravel paths of our rosery seemed to dwell unpleasantly.

`It seems an odd taste, sir,' I ventured to say, `for a man in your line of life.'

`If you will look about you (which most people won't do),' says Sergeant Cuff, `you will see that the nature of a man's tastes is, most times, as opposite as possible to the nature of a man's business.Show me any two things more opposite one from the other than a rose and a thief; and I'll correct my tastes accordingly--if it isn't too late at my time of life.

You find the damask rose a goodish stock for most of the tender sorts, don't you, Mr.Gardener? Ah! I thought so.Here's a lady coming.Is it Lady Verinder?'

He had seen her before either I or the gardener had seen her, though we knew which way to look, and he didn't.I began to think him rather a quicker man than he appeared to be at first sight.

The Sergeant's appearance, or the Sergeant's errand--one or both--seemed to cause my lady some little embarrassment.She was, for the first time in all my experience of her, at a loss what to say at an interview with a stranger.Sergeant Cuff put her at ease directly.He asked if any other person had been employed about the robbery before we sent for him; and hearing that another person had been called in, and was now in the house, begged leave to speak to him before anything else was done.

My lady led the way back.Before he followed her, the Sergeant relieved his mind on the subject of the gravel walks by a parting word to the gardener.

`Get her ladyship to try grass,' he said, with a sour look at the paths.

`No gravel! no gravel!'

Why Superintendent Seegrave should have appeared to be several sizes smaller than life, on being presented to Sergeant Cuff, I can't undertake to explain.I can only state the fact.They retired together; and remained a weary long time shut up from all mortal intrusion.When they came out, Mr.Superintendent was excited, and Mr.Sergeant was yawning.

`The Sergeant wishes to see Miss Verinder's sitting-room,' says Mr.

Seegrave, addressing me with great pomp and eagerness.`The Sergeant may have some questions to ask.Attend the Sergeant, if you please!'

While I was being ordered about in this way, I looked at the great Cuff.

The great Cuff, on his side, looked at Superintendent Seegrave in that quietly expecting way which I have already noticed.I can't affirm that he was on the watch for his brother-officer's speedy appearance in the character of an Ass--I can only say that I strongly suspected it.

I led the way upstairs.The Sergeant went softly all over the Indian cabinet and all round the `boudoir'; asking questions (occasionally only of Mr.Superintendent, and continually of me), the drift of which I believe to have been equally unintelligible to both of us.In due time, his course brought him to the door, and put him face to face with the decorative painting that you know of.He laid one lean inquiring finger on the small smear, just under the lock, which Superintendent Seegrave had already noticed, when he reproved the women-servants for all crowding together into the room.

`That's a pity,' says Sergeant Cuff.`How did it happen?'

He put the question to me.I answered that the women-servants had crowded into the room on the previous morning, and that some of their petticoats had done the mischief.`Superintendent Seegrave ordered them out, sir,'

I added, `before they did any more harm.'

`Right!' says Mr.Superintendent in his military way.`I ordered them out.The petticoats did it, Sergeant--the petticoats did it.'

`Did you notice which petticoat did it?' asked Sergeant Cuff, still addressing himself, not to his brother-officer, but to me.

`No, sir.'

He turned to Superintendent Seegrave upon that, and said, ` You noticed, I suppose?'

Mr.Superintendent looked a little taken aback; but he made the best of it.`I can't charge my memory, Sergeant,' he said, `a mere trifle--a mere trifle.'

Sergeant Cuff looked at Mr.Seegrave as he had looked at the gravel walks in the rosery, and gave us, in his melancholy way, the first taste of his quality which we had had yet.

`I made a private inquiry last week, Mr.Superintendent,' he said.`At one end of the inquiry there was a murder, and at the other end there was a spot of ink on a tablecloth that nobody could account for.In all my experience along the dirtiest ways of this dirty little world, I have never met with such a thing as a trifle yet.Before we go a step further in this business we must see the petticoat that made the smear, and we must know for certain when that paint was wet.'

Mr.Superintendent--taking his set-down rather sulkily--asked if he should summon the women.Sergeant Cuff, after considering a minute, sighed, and shook his head.

`No,' he said, `we'll take the matter of the paint first.It's a question of Yes or No with the paint--which is short.It's a question of petticoats with the women--which is long.What o'clock was it when the servants were in this room yesterday morning? Eleven o'clock--eh? Is there anybody in the house who knows whether that paint was wet or dry, at eleven yesterday morning?'

`Her ladyship's nephew, Mr.Franklin Blake, knows,' I said.

`Is the gentleman in the house?'

Mr.Franklin was as close at hand as could be--waiting for his first chance of being introduced to the great Cuff.In half a minute he was in the room, and was giving his evidence as follows.